What my mind knows doesn't match
with all that my heart remembers.
I am trying to reconcile
the Januaries and Novembers.
I am looking at you
but trying to remember your face.
For years of fading and weathering
has cleaned up the slate.
Every days I take a look
and every day things are new.
Are my eyes changing,
or is it you.
A fragrance reminds me of a touch
and a touch reminds me of a flavor.
Churning inside my head are
recollections, reverberations.
Recollections only affirm,
that it isn't. It was.
The fervour is intense
but its a new game after the pause.
Whats logical doesn't converge,
towards what is practical.
Its not about how to act,
but if there is a need to act at all.
with all that my heart remembers.
I am trying to reconcile
the Januaries and Novembers.
I am looking at you
but trying to remember your face.
For years of fading and weathering
has cleaned up the slate.
Every days I take a look
and every day things are new.
Are my eyes changing,
or is it you.
A fragrance reminds me of a touch
and a touch reminds me of a flavor.
Churning inside my head are
recollections, reverberations.
Recollections only affirm,
that it isn't. It was.
The fervour is intense
but its a new game after the pause.
Whats logical doesn't converge,
towards what is practical.
Its not about how to act,
but if there is a need to act at all.
u think u r remembering me
ReplyDeletebut its yourself that u remember at all,
it could have not been incomplete
if you weren't so afraid to take the fall.
reverberations or logic cant express
the irony of a tale untold
in us we will forever hide
the longing for what we could not behold.
it matters not weather u act
or let days turn into Januaries n snow
or may be it mattered all along
but it wasn't you but me who was afraid to know.